Nakoroga-koroga!

I don't understand.
I don't understand how a woman with long beautiful hair holds it all back.Push back is what it's called.So tightly it's held back there in a frowning knot that seems to say "Cross my path if you dare"

A dream.I dream for you!

Please introduce yourself:
My name is Karambu Luruti. The D is silent. There's a Carolyne somewhere in there but really!Why did they name me Carolyne?My parents that is.It's such a common name.We had seven if not more Carolyne's in my class in my first primary school. "Carolyne," the teacher would call out, and seven girls would rise.Okay, I made that up.We were referred to by our last names-the Carolyne's that is. So that's why I prefer Karambu, not too many have that name. Most people call me that anyway.You're wondering where this is going eeihh?Well nowhere really.Just a dramatic introduction.
Welcome to today's blogpost!

Mum!!!Hii ni dawa ya??

It's one of those days when I feel the inspiration to write, only hitch, I'm not sure what to write about.That's weird because normally, the inspiration to write comes with the knowledge of what to write.Sigh.

THE BUMMY AFFAIR

I had an experience of sorts as I was heading to work yesterday.I debated with myself on whether to journal it . Well we can all see how that debate ended!
This is what,as a lady,I call  the "BUMMY AFFAIR"- situations that leave you frustrated and sighing "Ooh bummer!"...(that actually sounds like Obama-ok that was totally irrelevant)
Back to the bummy..